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Tuning: G C E A
sorry for the spacing, it's one of those songs...
FI dreamed a dreaF/Em in times gone by Dm F/C BbWhen hope was high and life worth liviGm7ng C7 FI dreamed that loveF/E would never dieDm7 F/C Bbmaj7I dreamed that God would be forgivGm7ing C7
FThen I was younF/Eg and unafraidDm F/C BbAnd dreams were made and used and wastGm7ed C7 FThere was no ranF/Esom to be paiDm7d F/C Bbmaj7No song unsung no wine untasteGm7d C7
DBut the tigers come at nighGmt DWith their voices soft as thunGder CAs they tearC/E your hope aparFmt Ab CAnd they turn your dream to shameF Gm F Gm C
FHe slept a sumF/Emer by my sidDm7e F/C Bbmaj7He filled my days with endless wondGm7er C FHe took my chilF/Edhood in his stridDm7e F/C Bbmaj7But he was goneC when autumn cameF C/E
GAnd still I dreG/F#am he'll come to me Em G/D CThat we'll live the years togethAm7er D7 GBut there are dreaG/F#ms that cannot be Em7 G/D Cmaj7And there are storms we cannot weaAm7ther D7
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EmI had a dreaG/Dm my life would be C G/B Am7So different fromC this helDl I'm liviGng So different nowG/F# from what it seemEm7ed G/D CNow life has killD7ed the dream I dreaGmed